Han Yu did not only miss his daughter-in-law but also longed for his three children. Over a year had passed, the children should have learned to speak by now. Thinking of his offspring babbling their first words, Han Yu couldn't help himself; he wished to see them immediately.
"I didn't know what the situation was here, so I was afraid it was unsafe, and came over first by myself, leaving the children at the Zhuangzi," Su Wenyue said, glancing at Han Yu's reaction, her heart surged with a stifled resentment as if on a whim, "Coming or not doesn't really matter; after all, no one bothers about us, the mother and children. If I hadn't returned by myself, we would have probably been forgotten and cast aside to the ends of the cloud-blanketed skies."
